My Son Might Be A Villain

The bed sheet was meant to be temporary anyway. As such, Su Ran did not opine too much on the plain-color one that Su Han had picked out.

“What do you think about this one?” Su Ran picked out a beige one with small floral prints and reflexively turned to ask Lu Shao.

Upon hearing that, a hint of smile crossed Lu Shao’s eyes.

“Sure.”

“What about this one? Which one do you like better?”

“Get both if you like them,” said Lu Shao generously.

That, however, made Su Ran frowned.

Truth was, she felt that both of them were just alright.

Mmm, they were not as pretty as the one that she had bought previously.

Regardless, it was a woman’s nature to mull over something like that. It had nothing to do with whether she liked them or not.

“This one then,” said Lu Shao as he pointed at one of them as though he could sense Su Ran’s struggle.

Comparing to the second set that was white and purple stripes, Lu Shao found the first one more readily acceptable.

Suddenly, Su Han’s voice came from behind them. “I think the second set is prettier.”

“Hmm, really?” Su Ran turned and looked at her son. “Then we will get a set like this for you too.”

“No!”

Why were you so excited then?

Su Ran gave her son a look.

Looking down at her shopping list, it seemed they had gotten everything that they needed.

Su Ran thought it over, then, looking over at Lu Shao, asked hesitantly, “Do you think that we will need to buy some seasonings while we are at it?”

Su Ran had looked that up online specifically.

That one would boil a pot of water and cook a pot of rice, etc., etc.

Su Ran had been debating about ordering takeout versus actually cooking a meal.

Lo and behold, as soon as she said that, Lu Shao nodded without giving it another thought.

“Yes.”

Pausing, he looked over at Su Ran and added, “Even if we don’t need it right away, they will come in handy later on.”

Su Ran nodded when she heard his words.

As such, they bought not only seasonings but also other cooking essentials like wok and spatulas.

“What kind of rice do you think we should get?” Standing in front of the rice selection, Su Ran was baffled. She looked at Lu Shao seeking for help from him.

Even Lu Shao was a little perplexed when asked.

When it came to picking out ingredients, Lu Shao’s philosophy had always been to pick out what “looks good”. Now that he was seriously picking, he couldn’t say which kinds were the better ones.

“Shall we just buy the most expensive kind?” said Su Ran as she looked at the prices and pointed at the 9.98 yuan ones.

At this time, the aunty next to them finally couldn’t put up with it anymore.

“This kind is for making porridge. It’s not good for cooking.” She reminded them out of the kindness of her heart.

“Oh. Is that so? Then, which kind should we get for rice, Aunty?” asked Su Ran humbly.

“That will depend on your family. Do you like harder or softer rice?”

Really? There are such things? Su Ran had always thought that was the difference between accidentally putting in too much or not enough water.

“Which kind do you like, Su Han?”

“…..” Can’t even tell the difference.

“What kind does Lu Shao like then?” asked Su Ran as she looked over at Lu Shao.

“Either or.”

“Tsss.” The aunty finally couldn't help but busted out laughing when she listened to the baffled conversation among the family of three.

“If you don’t care about the different, then buy this 4 yuan kind. It taste pretty good already,” said the aunty wordlessly and finding the situation comical.

As they pick out the rice, the aunty looked over at Su Han behind them and engaged with them, “The child grew up with his grandparents, right?”

These two obviously looked like they had not much experience.

The kid grew up quite nicely. So she gathered that he must have been raised by the older generation.

Upon hearing what the aunty had said, the corners of Su Ran’s eyes twitched.

No, their Su Han was of the wild-grown variety!

Su Ran added that in her mind.

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